Queen Lioness Tattoo Drawing Novels & Stories

Deciding not to interrupt, I rest my weight on one knee and fold my arms across my chest, my eyes ravaging his half naked body. The tattoos along his arms flex and relax with each repetition, ink stretching, contracting and settling again. Ryat, unlike his father and brother, is the type to get tattoos on a whim, so there's a lot of them, mumbled and jumbled, all fighting for the spotlight. The entirety of his back is sprayed with ink ranging from wild animals, to reptiles, to random objects. The most prominent on his back is a crowned lion sitting on the left side of his shoulder blade. There are scales running along his skin like he'd hoped to be a serpent but instead got molded him into m

And then I noticed a snake tattoo, elegantly etched onto his body. He got tattoos? Lucian isn’t a fan of tattoos. The black snake tattoo on his shoulder was truly a work of art. The texture of the snake's skin seemed to leap off his shoulder, giving it a lifelike appearance. The snake's eyes were particularly captivating, as they were jet black and seemed to stare right into your soul. Its gaze was intense and piercing, adding to the overall power and presence of the tattoo. Moving down his arm, another striking tattoo caught my eye. A beautiful rose adorned his skin, with delicate petals and intricate shading. The colours used were a mix of vibrant reds and soft pinks, giving the rose a lif

I said pointing at his chest before sliding my hand to his muscular arm, "But this lion on your arm is new. And the sword too." I observed the problematic designs on his chest and arm, tracing them with my finger. My gaze fell upon a particular tattoo, a moon-shaped one on the right side of his chest. Something about its shape seemed off, resembling the letter 'C.' "But this moon looks very weirdly shaped," I poked at the tattoo, "It almost looks like a 'C. Does it stand for someone's initial?" I spoke out the thoughts in my mind. Of course, my curiosity had got the best of me and I would be lying if I said there wasn't a tinge bit of jealousy involved in it too.

I am thankful he let me listen to that song. “Thank you… I almost forgot about those important details.” I bluntly said. He moves closer messing my hair making me grunt and gesture my hand, sliding it vertically to my neck. It’s a warning not to mess with my hair. “Oh… the tiger is now back.” I never mind what he was saying. I just focus on my drawing; maybe it will help me to find them. I picture out the tattoo I see on that bastard's left chest. It’s the only thing I can hold to find that tattoo. I draw a wolf eating the full moon looking up…maybe to praise the Moon Goddess or the opposite meaning? Devouring?

The fiery burn lingered in my throat. "Nothing's wrong with being a gentleman, but pretending to be one just to impress women doesn't make you one." I smirked, taking another swig of whiskey. I surveyed his outfit, taking in every detail. He wore a vivid red shirt left open to showcase a muscular chest inked with a roaring lion whose fiery orange mane seemed to reach beyond his skin. Leonardo. Lion-hearted. That tattoo made perfect sense. A golden cross lay nestled atop the lion's mane, glinting in the light like a beacon of faith. It was clear that Leonardo wore his heart on his sleeve. His was a tattooed visual representation of his inner fire.

He scoffed, taking off his trousers, and I looked away. A wave of dread washed over me, not sure what to expect next. Fear rose in my chest as I curled my fingers into the bedspread. By the time I looked back up, he was fully undressed, but he had his back facing me. I felt a drool escape my lip as my eyes traveled over his body—broad shoulders, his muscular back adorned with a large crest tattoo, identical to his brother's, except he was larger, taking up the entire top left side of his back. The tattoo depicted a shield with two swords crossed above it. Two lions stood on their hind legs, pulling the shield from both sides. Below the shield, a banner displays the name "Dontrell." The desig

he whispered while roaming his hand across her big butts, which were clothed in a tight pantie. "Mr Josh!" One of the guards called out, and he snapped out of his act. "Oops! My bad. I'm sorry. "I was taken away by her lustful body." He complained and got to work. Picking up his mini tattoo machine, he sat down on a tall chair close to her and began his work. He began to draw the vipers logo on the left lap of her body, which is the body of a red shining snake with the name "vipers" in the belly spot of the snake; however, he decorated it with a touch of blue.

She widened her eyes as she finished. "Yes, I have seen you at your trainings and you are a terrible dancer," Alexander said playfully and she reached over to hit him. "Be serious, Alex. I am serious right now and you are just being Prince Asshole," she said and Alexander laughed at the terrible nickname. "Valentina, I have no doubt in my mind and heart that you will be a very great Queen. It is who and what you are destined to be, and I know you feel it. You feel the urge and the power too. It is because it is part of who you are and being King is part of who I am. You don't have to be Queen Luna like my Mother." He reached over and grabbed both of her hands from across the table to give he

“There’s no time for a human jeweler to make it for you, I can conjure one up for you. So, yes it would be helpful if you drew it for me.” I drew this beautiful crown with a wolf howling at a cresent moon exactly like the one on Astrid’s fur, with 6 large diamond stars on various points around the crown tips. They were different heights and around the base under the wolf I drew emerald cut emeralds to represent the earth. As a symbol to remind me to stay grounded no matter how I or my wolf would long to fly in the sky to touch the moon. Where Selene resides, we must stay here and take care of our kingdom.

I asked and Clord responded. “Yeah.” I smirked. “Good.” I said and turned my attention to the Alpha Queen. “Now, let’s each write our names on her..” ** The claw tattoo session on the Alpha Queen’s body was over now. The Alpha Queen lay naked on the ground now, wearing numerous cuts and lacerations that were actually the names of every one of us— except my mother. I didn’t know why she hadn’t joined as she had refused to claw print her name on the Alpha Queen’s skin when we had called her to do so.